Becoming a Mom
It seems impossible that our little baby is already 3 weeks old. At his doctor appointment last Thursday, he weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces. Abraham and I are already wondering what happened to our newborn!
The transition into motherhood when we had Orison was definitely a lot rougher than this transition has been. I’m not saying there haven’t been moments when I’ve felt overwhelmed, but for the most part, going from 1 to 2 children has been pretty good for me.
I don’t know if that’s because I knew what I was in for (at least more than when I had Orison), or because we have lost a baby and have longed for this for so long. It’s probably a combination of both.
When Orison was born, I felt like I was in a fog for about 6 months. I was sick and weak from a during-delivery hemorrhage and subsequent blood transfusion. All of a sudden the working woman with a Master’s degree was covered in spit up and up to her elbows in messy diapers. It took me a long time to transition, and for God to remake me.
I’m so glad He did.